A man and his machine(s).

He drives it when he wants.

He repairs it when it breaks.

He lets it be part of his style.

Best of all, he pounds on it, races it, and has more fun in it than its' creator ever could have imagined.

You stay classy...

...England.

Lost.

Flash drive lost, no material to post, sad Chase, lazy rest of blog staff not picking up my slack. As soon as I find it, I'll get back to posting as usual, my apologies.

P.S. Why don't I own this car?

Wide Wheel Wednesday

Wonder.

"Wonder what he's looking at..."

"Wonder what he's pointing at..."

"Wonder who he's telling off..."

Enjoy, ya bastards.

10,000 pardons for nothing.

So I've been a human failure for the last while, and all things combined mean I haven't gotten the time to post my minimum 1 rad thing a day, so to my .25 viewers across the web, I submit my greatest apologies. In return, what else, radness.